An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Saturday, March 12, 2016

What to expect when you're expecting your parents

This week I will be picking my parents up from the airport, and every time they return from one of their adventures I never know what to expect.

For example, last year my parents were returning from a trip to Sweden, Norway and Russia, and as I was standing there at the arrival gate what to my wondering eyes should appear but ...

my mom, wearing blond pigtails and a Viking helmet.

A few years ago when they returned from a trip to Mexico, my Mom was wearing a sombrero and carrying -- believe me, the auditory memory is still there -- some colorful maracas.

When they returned from Thailand, perched on top of my mom's head was a pointy straw hat because, you know, she was going straight to work in the rice fields.

So this week they're coming back from a High Seas Adventure (with 30-foot waves I mean that literally) where they sailed around the tip of South America and toured Chile, Argentina, and Uruguay.

Which begs the question, what to expect at the airport?
This time I am somewhat prepared because a few days ago I received the following photo via WhatsApp ...

my mom, in Chile.

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